Luyện nghe bài hát Starry Stairs

They ask for
What do you think this fan is for?
I slithered up each rose
I kept a warm, safe at my core
Before I it

ask for blood
What do you this woman's made of?
I stuck a small, pin in my thumb
They dreamt a low, long line to be
And I it

I'm alive but a kind of life
Than the way I to be
I to a split, white smile to be seen
In old stag magazine

And this girl's
When they were wrenched open
I could see a starry up your thigh
You hid behind your
Oh, but I saw you

While all these guys, all these sets of eyes
behind a TV screen
I let pry, pick apart and hang up to dry
Almost piece of me
If you don't love me, I'm

Oh, what a trip? Oh, what a shimmering silver
Oh, what a hot half-life I half
Oh, and the stripes and stars, how they stripped off the
When my life ripped off from the that played as a kid
Into the part that plays your lips
To find a warm, safe place and sit curled up it?

So, here's
From the part that's staying
To the part that has to
To the sublime lips that never spoiled by lying
But to the inside the being
Who wasn't me, who me
Oh, no, no, she's, not me, oh, oh